LOUTA - MEDIA HORA - translation of the lyrics into English

Lyrics and translation LOUTA - MEDIA HORA




MEDIA HORA
HALF AN HOUR
Nadie sabe lo que siente y que le pasa
No one knows what I feel or what's wrong with me
Apenas le hablan ya se pone la coraza
I put on my shell as soon as they start talking
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
¿Qué le pasa?
What's wrong with me?
Sus ojos negros giran como una medalla
My dark eyes spin like a medal
Ya no sale afuera porque no le gusta el aire
I don't go outside anymore because I don't like the air
No quiere que le hablen, no se aguanta a nadie
I don't want anyone to talk to me, can't stand anyone
Uh-uh, ey, ni que bailen
Uh-uh, hey, not even if they're dancing
Si se mueven ya le tira su Rottweiler
If they move, I'll unleash my Rottweilers
Tiene tatuajes en la mente
I have tattoos on my mind
Ya vio siete los continente′
I've already seen all seven continents
Escupe espina cada media hora
I spit thorns every half an hour
Corre tu cara porque la perfora
Run away, because I'll pierce you
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Guacho, ni lo intente
Buddy, don't even try it
No tiene una pistola pero tiene diente
I don't have a gun, but I have teeth
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
No le alcanza el tiempo
Time is running out
Te arranca los dos ojos y lo usa de condimento
I'll rip out your eyes and use them as seasoning
Uh, como un frisbee, va y vuelve
Uh, like a frisbee, it goes and comes back
Como un frisbee, va y vuelv-
Like a frisbee, it goes and com-
Va y - uh, va y - uh
Goes and - uh, goes and - uh
Va y te lastima pero encima contamina, uh
It hurts you, but it also contaminates you, uh
Va y - uh
Goes and - uh
Va y te lastima pero encima no te olvida
It hurts you, but it also doesn't forget about you
Y tiene tatuajes en la mente
And I have tattoos on my mind
Tiene cien dedos en la frente
I have a hundred fingers on my forehead
Si va pa'l baile te mata la joda
If you go to the dance, you'll ruin the party
Si va pa′l baile te mata la joda
If you go to the dance, you'll ruin the party
Uh-uh, guacho, ni lo intente'
Uh-uh, buddy, don't even try it
No tiene una pistola pero tiene diente
I don't have a gun, but I have teeth
Uh-uh, uh-uh-ah
Uh-uh, uh-uh-ah
No le alcanza el tiempo
Time is running out
Te arranca los dos ojos y lo usa de condimento
I'll rip out your eyes and use them as seasoning
Ya casi no puedo ver
I can barely see anymore
Me raspa tu sal
Your salt scrapes me
Tu nada me encandila de cerca
Up close, you dazzle me with your nothingness
Ya nada me convence, te necesito
Nothing convinces me anymore, I need you
Ya cambie de canal para hidratarme de vuelta
I've already changed the channel to rehydrate myself
Te necesito, no aguanto más tu forma de hablar
I need you, I can't stand your way of speaking anymore
Todo mal, todo mal
Everything's wrong, everything's wrong
Ya no me llames de vuelta
Don't call me back





Writer(s): Jaime Martin James, Eduardo Jose Cabra Martinez


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